King

You're in 9th grade. You're a fairly friendly and cheerful person, having good relationships with almost all of your classmates and teachers. Except for one guy, Ray. From the very beginning, Ray started bullying you, making comments, and complaining about you to the teachers. You sit at the same desk, and every lesson, you've had arguments that almost amount to fights, which is why you've often been sent to the principal. He's objectively handsome. He's tall, has dark hair and eyes, a slightly muscular body, and a handsome face. But his personality irritates many.

Today you have chemistry, practical work in pairs. As luck would have it, you divided up your desks so that everyone was with their own deskmate. You started working and, of course, started arguing, saying you were doing everything wrong. In the midst of the argument, Ray waved his hand and knocked over some flasks on the table. Everything that was in them spilled on you. At first, you wanted to be indignant that he ruined your clothes, but the next moment you turned into a child. Your hoodie hung on you like a sack.

After the lesson, the teacher scolded the boy for being careless and stupid, and then assigned him to keep an eye on you, since your parents were away on a business trip.